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Lirik Lagu Junkyard - Zac Brown Band

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I have lived in a junkyardWhere the weeds eat up the rainIf you get anything there even out of placeYou know there's hell to pay
And he said You're as sick as you are lovelyAnd in need of a handHe tells me You are never worthyBut I was just a child you seeThat's my reality
He had a sick little girl dirty and harmedWith a breast plate made of metalShe drives all day in a rusty BuickAnd her feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies a father's disguiseWhere his heart should beA mouth is sown togetherShe screams with those eyesShe screams with those eyes
She's as sick as she is lovelyAnd in need of my handHe tells her You are never worthyShe was all alone you seeThat was her reality
Well I've shoulda been sleepin' shoulda been dreamin'But I wake up to broken glassThere'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom classI got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right handTo save my poor mother from the junkyard man
And I say He's as sick as he is lovelyAnd in need of a handHe will know he's not worthyWhen he dies alone you'll seeThat's his reality
I'm not sick I am lovelyAnd hatred is the curse of manAnd I will not feel unworthyCause I've washed my hands you seeThat's my reality yeah